The Saddest Day
June 28th, 2009 by admin
I’ve had the saddest day. I just got back from a funeral for my best friend’s little boy. He was the cutest little thing, so bight and sociable. But a few days ago, while my friend was in the other room, he got into her kitchen and climbed onto the counter. She had some chemicals that she kept in a top cupboard, and he managed to get a bottle down. He somehow opened it up and drank some! He was dead before they even got to the hospital. Oh, how I wish she’d kept those chemicals locked in one of those Wooden Garden Sheds. Then maybe she’d be teaching her son the alphabet right now instead of making burial arrangements for him